"Do you intend for them to go throughout life known exclusively as baby A, and baby B? That seems rather clinical."

"I intend for you to choose the name for one of them. Perhaps your selection will inspire me to come up with something equally as precious for the other."

"I beg pardon?" Sister Monica Joan's eyes widen as she glances at the pair of babies fast asleep in their basinet.

Between bites Sister Hilda elaborates, "I would be honored if you would bestow upon one of them a name of your choosing."

"What a relief. In my mind I've been calling her it all along, even before I saw her little face. In reality I've been referring to her by name for months."

"You had no idea they would be girls."

"I was in the midst of prayer in the garden one morning. He whispered to me her name. You can't question when you receive a direct message."

"Oh. Are you planning on leaving me in suspense?"

Sister Monica Joan gesticulates in baby A's direction, "Olivia Joy."

Sometime later Dr. Turner arrives. He finds Sister Hilda standing on the bottom step. He furrows his brow.

"What are you doing down here?"

"I didn't heed Sister Monica Joan's advice. I was feeling somewhat burdensome, and perhaps emotional. I ignored her when she insisted fetching me a cup of tea for me was of no inconvenience to her. Now, it seems that I am on the receiving end of a natural consequence. I was able to successfully descend the stairs, and drink my tea. Now I find that I lack the appropriate muscle tone, or steadiness to summit the stairs without assistance."

He nods, "You did only give birth yesterday. As you know I am going upstairs anyway. Perhaps I could lend you a hand."

"As I am playing the role of milk maid I find I hardly have a choice."

The pair of them slowly ascend the stairs. When they reach the top he turns to her.

"Where is Sister Monica Joan?"

"Her preferred perch. You'll see."

She leads him to her quarters. He locates Sister Monica Joan sitting in a chair to the side of the room reading whilst the pair of infants slumbers in the crook of her arm. Sister Hilda eventually returns to her bed. Doctor Turner sits his bag down, and approaches.

"Sister I require a look at one of these ladies."

"You are in search of she who shall remain nameless. Baby B is swaddled in the variegated blanket today."

He smirks as he carefully teases the infant from her grasp. Sister Hilda watches closely as he places the newborn on the bed next to her. With gentle care he unwraps her. He assesses her thoroughly.

"It doesn't appear that her shoulder is dislocated. I believe her spine is simply slightly out of alignment from the hyperextension of her neck required for delivery." He delicately manipulates her. When he is finished he re-swaddles her, and places her in Sister Hilda's arms.

"If she has any further discomfort let me know."

"I am certain that you will hear about it," Sister Hilda assures him.

Once he has vacated the premises Sister Monica Joan shoots Sister Hilda a look.

"You departed for ambulation much longer than I had anticipated."

"Don't be coy. We both know that I took an ill-fated voyage down the stairs."

Sister Monica Joan shakes her head, "And they question whether or not I am of sound mind."

"Obviously it was a fools' errand. I could not summit the stairs on my own."

"I do not doubt your strength, or your fortitude. You do not lack grit, or grace. I only offer my advice in the context that you just gave birth yesterday. Your body is not ready for the Olympic summit required to ascend the stairs."

"I had an interesting conversation whilst I was downstairs."

"With Doctor Turner?"

"Mother Mildred phoned."

"Oh?" Sister Monica Joan breaks eye contact.

"Would you like to hear about the nature of our phone call?"

"I wouldn't want to pry about your personal communication."

"That would be a first. She told me that she is going will be returning to the mother house from mission work soon. Oddly enough when she went on the mission a few months ago she intended to stop in Poplar, but you informed her that Nonnatus had been stricken by a case of Pertussis, and you felt it wise that she skip the stop."

"We all play our roles in aiding our fellow Sister."

"You allege that you were covering for me?"

"Also I do not want to be summoned, or omitted from being summoned on mission whilst the rest of you go."

Sister Hilda groans, "I was so caught off guard that I dutifully suggested that she stop by on her return. Then she informed me that she planning on returning next week."

Sister Monica Joan shakes her head, "I believe you will find that to be rather problematic. How do you intend to hide them? Are you planning on donning your typical attire for her visit? It will make feeding them rather challenging. You are currently wearing a regular pair of pajamas."

Sister Hilda glances at herself. She wears a simple pair of navy blue pajama bottoms, and a matching button down top. She purses her lips. "I fear that my attire is the least of my concern. I hoped to have more time to plan the rest of my life."

"I hope you have learned your lesson about not listening to my wisdom."

"I do hope so. I was able to come up with a name whilst I was trapped downstairs."

Sister Monica Joan nudges, "We're full of anticipation, and excitement. Don't keep us waiting."

"Maeve Mercy," she announces. The tiny little girl's eyes pop open, and look up at her. She grins, "Hello, precious."